Tag: prison writing
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Delights
The sun has set.Behind mountains green and black slopes crisped with silver snow.Once mighty now the blue bows down,dies,decays.From its bones the gloaming glows bruised and bloody hued. It’s a miracle, but they don’t notice. Wrapped ’round a fire built high for warmth.Smokey musk stings eyes alight with flames whilelaughter rides the wind and winds…
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Courage
This piece of writing placed second in the 2024 PEN America Prison Writing Awards. Courage I don’t remember the Mexican kid’s name anymore but I do remember his age which was 18. He looked young, younger than 18 although he carried himself like a man much older. Let me clarify, he was young and stupid…
